From my upcoming book Chickenfuck Eulogy. Available through National Review and The Federalist by private subscription.

How many of them could even envision the world outside of West Virginia, Ohio and Kentucky, where a young man couldn’t show his mettle inside a shrieking barred rock, or Rhode island red? it was another world out there, a world with books, jobs, and people who wouldn’t fuck their sister, much less a shapely unbattered and fried hen.

from Nancy Nall’s blog needs to be under observation. He’s going to kill somebody, likely himself.

basset said on August 16, 2019 at 7:40 am

Armed and “shopping with a woman who appeared to be his mom”… that says a lot right there.

Last deer season I walked into a Walmart outside Nashville in full camo with a pistol visible in a belt holster and nobody appeared to notice. Guess I just look innocent, or at least non-threatening.

One of the gun-nut locals did that. Advocated for guns in the schools, etc. Then one day he dresses himself in black and sprays his brains all over the wall of his garage. It’s part of a pattern with distressed old white dudes.